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    “Leaving so soon?” the priest asks softly. “That’s not right. Especially after you came inside without permission.”

    The hairs on Yuuji’s nape prickle. But while Yuuji might run from some horror movie bullshit, he’s not fleeing from a creepy priest.

    “You’re not really doing much to keep me here. This place looks like something out of a shitty horror movie. What kind of a church is this?”

    “Mine,” comes the reply, predictable somehow. “You’re here anyway.”

    “Not my fault I had creepy dreams about it.”

    A slow tilt of the head, a narrowing of the eyes. “Did you.”

    It doesn’t really sound like a question, but Yuuji still answers: “Since I saw this place. Like it was calling me or something. Figured it’d go away if I just came here.”

    “Calling you,” the priest echoes, his voice dipping further into something that turns every syllable obscene. “Who, brat? God?”

    Following his grandfather's death, Itadori Yuuji moves into his new guardian's home in a quaint little town nestled among the mountains. He soon acquires a demon fixated on him as well as a demon hunter more interested in him than in the demon.

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    Itadori Yuuji is a monster; she is a sorcerer.

    She is—

    “Are you some kind of pervert?” Satoru asks.

    Itadori blinks all four of her mismatched eyes and tilts her head, looking not unlike a puppy—an oversized, three-headed puppy.

    A seven-foot-tall behemoth of a woman with her tits out has no business looking cute, but that doesn’t stop some small, senseless part of Satoru from swelling like she’s being pumped full of sunshine and roses and other sickly sweet things.

    Itadori asks, “Do you want me to be?”

    Suguru makes a choking noise. Her hand snaps around Satoru’s wrist, squeezing tight in silent warning.

    “What? No!” Satoru snaps, digging an elbow into Suguru’s side.

    “Please forgive Satoru, sensei,” Suguru says. “She doesn’t think before she speaks sometimes. A lot of the time.”

    “Hey!”

    “That’s alright,” Itadori says, her smile widening enough to make her eyes crinkle. “I was worse at your age. But I’m curious now. What did you mean, Satoru-chan?”

    “Your tits are out,” she tells Itadori.

    Satoru embarks on a quest to seduce her hot giant of a teacher—and continuously bites off more than she can chew.

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    "It wouldn’t be very sporting of me to break you before we even start.”

    “Start what?”

    Sukuna tilts his head to the side, with an eerily serene smile. “Let’s call it a game. Who’ll lose first—you or Fushiguro Megumi?”

    “Leave Fushiguro out of this!”

    Sukuna spreads his arms, the gesture more mocking than grand. He’s not wearing Fushiguro’s uniform anymore; he’s not wearing much of anything, just a pair of hakama. And Yuuji hates that he knows exactly what the bastard isn’t saying.

    Fushiguro is already in this.

    And it’s Yuuji’s fault.

    “What a pathetic face,” Sukuna says softly. “We haven’t even started. Don’t bore me already.”

    “You—”

    Sukuna strips.

    It only takes a second. A pass of his hand, and his pants pool at his feet, which step out of them with a casualness that lodges like hot coal in Yuuji’s throat.

    “What the hell are you doing?” he yells.

    “Don’t bother with the pretense. I know just how much you liked looking at this body. I was there—watching, feeling. Reduced to playing voyeur to foolish children.”

    There's a fine line between a monster's malice and a god's love. Yuuji comes to learn this intimately.

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    Itadori will die.

    Or, worse, he will—

    A torrent of power surges out of Itadori, pulverizing the looming cursed spirit.

    Megumi stares, transfixed in horror, as Itadori—no, his body—rises to his feet. Clawed hands shred the oversized hoodie he was wearing with easy, almost absent motions, revealing a torso littered with curse marks. Lines and curls that coalesce into simple patterns that are dizzying to look at.

    Miasmic cursed energy permeates the air.

    Even Okkotsu doesn’t feel like this. His cursed energy is creepy. The exact flavor you’d find in curse hotspots, just condensed and amplified into an aura that’s a weapon in itself. It raises the hair on your nape and makes your stomach drop out from under you.

    This isn’t that. This is hunger.

    Immense, all-devouring hunger. Hunger that could eat worlds. Hunger that’s maybe already eaten Itadori.

    Hunger that’s looking straight at Megumi.

    “Oh, it’s you again,” says a voice that’s deeper, yet somehow duller, than anything he’s heard from Itadori. “So that’s how it is.”

    “Ryomen Sukuna,” Megumi chokes out.

    Sukuna chooses to go north, but time proves itself non-linear.

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    Pink, is his first thought.

    Bright, fairy-floss pink. A color Satoru knows in every one of its variations, in sunlight and moonlight and complete darkness, all of them burned into his brain. A precise shade he’s only ever seen on one person.

    Startled brown eyes peer at him from less than an inch away—two pairs of eyes, living brown with specks of ruddy red.

    They used to be gold, those specks.

    “You’re fast,” says the thing with Yuuji’s face made older and Yuuji’s eyes turned stranger. It smiles, the expression unspeakably alien, unbearably familiar. “Are you like me then?”

    “Yuuji,” Satoru breathes, even though it’s not, it’s not— “Yuuji.”

    All four of those eyes widen.

    “You know my name,” it says. “I’m sorry about this, but who are you?”

    Satoru loves a boy to death. He comes back wrong.

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    Kento opens his eyes to nuclear blue.

    “You know, Nanami,” says Gojou Satoru, “when I told you to take care of Yuuji, this is not what I meant.”

    “Gojou-san,” Kento rasps, voice thick with sleep and worse, “I assume Shouko-san told you about the situation.”

    “Well, she left out a few key details,” Gojou says, that scimitar of a smile widening. “Or did she? You didn’t tell her, did you? For shame, Nanami.”

    “I take it you came to fetch Itadori-kun.”

    “I sure did,” he confirms, all faux cheer. “Now I don’t know. I’d hate to do that when Yuuji seems so…attached.”

    Every word is serrated and suggestive, but even worse is the way Gojou’s eyes flicker to Kento’s groin, a pale eyebrow rising in some foul blend of surprise and mockery. Kento knows with damning certainty that Gojou’s seeing more than he should, those cursed eyes not limited by line of sight.

    It’s impossible, then, to ignore the cock inside him and the boy it’s attached to.

    Stress and trauma trigger Yuuji’s rut a few years too early. Kento’s too kind for his own good, while Satoru’s too curious for anyone’s good.

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    Megumi steps past the door and into a scene from a trashy anime.

    Itadori looks like he’s about to pass out. It’s also got nothing to do with his concussion.

    No, it’s the men on either side of him, practically sandwiching him between their taller, broader bodies while they glare at each other with toothy grins that wouldn’t be out of place on a shark’s snout. Sukuna’s got one clamped on Itadori’s shoulder, the grip painful-looking even from here. Gojou’s touch is softer but worse for it, an arm sloping along Itadori’s chest to curl possessively over his hip. They both seem to be trying to crush Itadori with their chests.

    Itadori doesn’t look like he’s complaining.

    “—your legs off if you step foot in there,” Sukuna’s saying, his voice pitched low.

    “I’d like to see you try,” Gojou murmurs, just as quiet, just as lethal. “Yuuji needs someone to keep an eye on him, and you’re more likely to give him another concussion.”

    “Oh, we all know what happens when your eyes are on him, whore.”

    Itadori makes a strangled noise.

    …Is his nose bleeding?

    Yuuji has a type. Unfortunately, his uncle and his teacher embody that type.

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    “What are you doing to my cute little student, Mum?” says a semi-familiar, impossible voice. “And why are you wearing Suguru-kun?”

    The parasite’s face is frozen in an expression that’s half shock, half rapture. “Oh? What is this?”

    Why is the wrong question, I guess,” the newcomer says, and it’s there again, a pervasive sense of wrongness at the sound of that familiar–unfamiliar voice. “How? When, maybe.”

    “Not quite.” The parasite’s grin widens, exposing a revolting amount of teeth. It’s an expression of pure delight, utterly deranged. “When isn’t enough either. Gojou Satoru is your student, you said? That doesn’t sound right to me.”

    “That so?” the newcomer says mildly. One of the hands on Satoru’s shoulder slides along the slope of it, gently skimming up the side of his neck to fist tightly in his hair. His head is yanked back, the world briefly a blur. “He has grown a bit. What have you gotten yourself into now, Satoru?”

    Just as the Prison Realm ensnares Satoru, Yuuji switches places with his older self from an alternate dimension—one where he’s Satoru’s teacher.

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    “It’s important to learn to control yourself, Yuuji. Imagine if it were Megumi or Nobara instead of me—you don’t need me to tell you what’d happen, do you?”

    Yuuji blanches. Satoru thinks Yuuji Junior also flags a little, but he can’t be sure.

    “I wouldn’t—I’d never—”

    “Really?” Satoru asks, sneaking in a lick of the lollipop.

    Really.”

    Satoru shifts his leg a little, his thigh dragging against the prominent bulge at Yuuji’s groin. Yuuji clutches at him even more tightly, screwing his eyes shut.

    “I guess I’m special then,” Satoru says, sucking idly on the candy that started it all. “Hot for teacher, huh? Didn’t know you were such a dirty kid, Yuuji.”

    Yuuji lets him go as if burned.

    “Sensei!” he says, loud enough that a few heads turn toward them.

    “Quiet now,” Satoru warns in a low voice, dipping his head to put his mouth closer to Yuuji’s ear. “Let’s not make a scene.”

    How not to take your teenage student’s virginity, a live demonstration by Gojou Satoru.

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    The Death Painting finally stirs, its cursed energy rippling and its brows furrowing.

    “We have company,” Satoru says mildly. “I did say you missed one.”

    Yuuji peers hazily up at him. His expression holds neither confusion nor comprehension, only soul-deep exhaustion. Despite that, he turns his head toward the Death Painting.

    “That’s my brother,” Yuuji mumbles.

    Satoru blinks very slowly, a gesture that’s wasted on the boy still staring at the Death Painting with those tired, tired eyes. “Yuuji, that’s a curse.”

    “Half,” Yuuji says. “Or…a third? A third. Two-thirds human.”

    “You’re an only child.”

    Yuuji makes a noncommittal noise. “Thought so too. Didn’t believe him at first. But I dream, sometimes.”

    Satoru takes Yuuji’s face between both of his hands and turns it toward him. Yuuji comes easily, blinking up at Satoru with those big, brown eyes.

    “Yuuji,” Satoru says slowly and clearly, “you’re not making any sense.”

    A time loop locks Yuuji into the day of the Shibuya Incident. Satoru bears witness to the aftermath.

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    Yuuji’s grandfather is burning when the strangest man he’s ever met asks him to choose his hell.

    “Will it be you?” Yuuji asks. “The one to kill me.”

    There’s a brief pause before the response. “Probably. I wouldn’t entrust Sukuna’s vessel to anyone else, certainly not at full power.”

    Something twinges in Yuuji’s chest at the assumption there. A duller clench follows—not quite guilt.

    “No,” he says, finally looking up. “I mean now.”

    Even with the blindfold—worth a sharp flare of confusion each time he looks at Gojou—Yuuji can tell Gojou’s surprised. He can see it twist into a frown too, and it’s somehow a kinder expression than all his smiles have been.

    “Definitely then,” Gojou tells him. “I’m already here anyway. Just so we’re clear—you’re choosing to die now?”

    When told to choose his hell, Itadori Yuuji picks the easier one—a clean death, then and there. He couldn’t have known that it was never really a choice.

    Or: Gojou Satoru kidnaps a teenager, supposedly for his own good.

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    “Nanamin,” Itadori asks slowly, “did you shrink?”

    “Don’t be ridiculous.”

    “I know, but…” The hand on Kento’s stomach flexes, pressing down more firmly. “Feels like you’ve shrunk.”

    Kento tries to ignore his sudden, searing awareness of the skin under Itadori’s palm. “I’m the same size I’ve been since long before you met me. You’re the one who grew.”

    “Huh,” Itadori says like it’s a revelation. “Yeah. Guess you’re right.”

    He expects Itadori to let him go now that he’s received the ridiculous answer to his ridiculous query, but when the hand on his stomach twitches into motion, it’s only to slip a few centimeters down, curving over his hip.

    The bone there twinges.

    “I like it,” Itadori announces.

    “Excuse me?”

    “This.” Itadori squeezes Kento’s hip. “I like that you’re small.”

    “I am not small,” Kento retorts.

    “True,” Itadori concedes. His voice is light and cheerful, practically chirpy. “But you’re smaller than me now. I like it! How’d I miss it all this time?”

    An overcrowded train, enforced proximity, escalating debauchery—Kento knows this story. He’s none too pleased about starring in it.

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    “You know, if you wanted to get this kinky, you could’ve just told me. No need to stray.”

    Yuuji takes a step forward, an arm rising. Satoru palms the hilt of his knife.

    Yuuji flinches back. “Satoru, I’d never hurt you.”

    “I do want to believe you.” It comes out as something of a confession, too quiet for comfort, but the hopeful eyes Yuuji turns on him kill any regret before Satoru can feel it. “You’re a good man, Yuuji. But you’ve got a secret basement with a naked man tied up inside, and something tells me he’s not here willingly.” Satoru cocks his head. “Is he?”

    “…Not exactly.”

    “So you’ve kidnapped a man.”

    “No!” Yuuji says immediately. “I wouldn’t—that’s my brother.”

    “Your brother,” Satoru echoes, not particularly surprised. The pink hair was a bit of a clue. “Alright, you’re keeping your brother tied to a bed in your secret basement. Naked.”

    When Satoru stumbles upon a hidden basement in his boyfriend’s house, he finds a captive man bearing a striking resemblance to said boyfriend.

    Or: In every world, Yuuji is Sukuna’s cage and keeper both.

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    Sukuna bites his tongue off.

    Yuuji breaks the kiss, shoving Sukuna away while he focuses on regrowing his tongue. “What the hell, man?!”

    Sukuna doesn’t dignify him with an answer. Or he’s just too busy chewing up Yuuji’s tongue to bother.

    “Disgusting,” is the verdict. “You never not disappoint.”

    “Are you seriously complaining that I don’t taste good enough, you cannibal weirdo?” Yuuji shakes his head. “And what kind of a kiss was that! This is why you didn’t get laid back in the Heian era.”

    All four of Sukuna’s eyes narrow. “Intend to change that, do you.”

    Yuuji doesn’t actually know whether Sukuna fucked or not back then. He doesn’t really care.

    “Intend to let me?” he shoots back.

    Sukuna smiles, slow and vile and dripping red.

    “Why not,” he says, his voice a low, rumbling purr that sends a chill down Yuuji’s spine. “Let’s see how desperate you truly are.”

    Skin ripples and flesh bulges.

    The almost-familiar lines of Yuuji’s body split apart around Sukuna’s true form.

    Yuuji makes a last-ditch attempt to impress his humanity upon Sukuna. But success is a double-edged sword.

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    “Special grades are supposed to be special—that’s why they’re classified like that,” Yuuji tells him, the blandness of his voice at odds with the way he’s staring at Satoru like he can bore through Infinity and human flesh. “My teacher, the man whose face you’re wearing—he’s the one who told me that. But you’re not special. You’re crawling everywhere like cockroaches, killing and eating and hurting. It’s never going to end, is it? This cycle of curses. It will never end.”

    Something…is very wrong here.

    “Yuuji-kun,” Satoru says as delicately as he can manage, “I think you’re a little confused.”

    Yuuji calmly raises his right hand and scores his fingers down his entire left arm. His nails tear into flesh. Blood streams down the gaping gouges—and then away from the skin, rising high into the air to form a cutting arc.

    “That’s Blood Manipulation,” Satoru states, eyeing how the gouges on Yuuji’s arm close. “And reverse cursed technique. Are you aware that you’re supposed to be a hapless non-sorcerer, by the way?”

    The fifteen-year-old boy whom Satoru ties to a chair in the isolation chamber isn’t the furious calamity who wakes up.

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    “He did this?” he asks Sam, even though it’s unnecessary. “What happened? When did James come back, he was on a mission with Nat—”

    “It’s not James,” Sam says.

    That stops Steve in his tracks.

    “What do you mean?”

    “The man in there,” Tony picks up, still through the one-way Hulk-proof glass, “is James Buchanan Barnes. But he’s not our James Buchanan Barnes. Or, well, your James, Bucky, whatever, because trust me, Cap, I want no part of that murdery package, what with the parent-killing. I think we can all agree I already have too many daddy issues—”

    “What he means to say,” Sam cuts in with a pained expression, “is that this isn’t James. Nat checked in a few minutes ago. The two of them are still in Bolivia, won’t be back for a week. We…didn’t share the details.”

    Steve listens quietly, wishing a little desperately for ignorance even as Sam’s and Tony’s words paint a clear picture in his head.

    “Where is he from?” is all he asks.

    “Another universe,” Tony answers. “Guess the multiverse exists after all. Bruce is looking into it.”

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    “You are getting to that age,” Kaori says. “I suppose it’s high time we had this talk.”

    “Huh?”

    “We’ll start with protection.”

    Yuuji gets a clue—violently.

    “No!” he yelps, dropping his chopsticks to cross his arms in front of him. “Nope. No. Not happening.”

    Kaori only looks amused. “Is that so?”

    “No,” Yuuji says emphatically. “I don’t need to hear all that.”

    “I doubt that very much,” she says, arching an eyebrow. “I know the state of sex education in this district. It’s abysmal. You need better info—”

    “I know how sex works, Mum!”

    “Have you had any?”

    “No, but—”

    “The internet then,” she says sagely.

    Yuuji eyes the spaghetti left on his plate, considering drowning himself in it.

    Then she says, “Don’t be embarrassed. I don’t necessarily disbelieve you.”

    Yuuji squints at her. “Really?”

    “Of course. A parent should have faith in their children. I’m willing to take your word for many things, Yuuji—if you can prove its worth.”

    In the Itadori household, a dinner conversation about Yuuji’s first kiss turns into a live demonstration of the importance of safe sex.

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    “I guess it is Sunday. Kids should be having fun on weekends. Your little friend there good company, Megumi?”

    “Stop being a pervert and leave,” he tells Gojou; it comes out a little shaky, like the heat on his cheeks has spread to the inside of his throat.

    “Where’s the fun in that?” Gojou says, reaching for the toy. “So no luck with Yuuji yet?”

    Megumi freezes, the growing anger draining out of him in a rush, leaving him cold save for his burning face. “What?”

    “If you’re trying to fuck yourself on a fine Sunday afternoon, I assume you haven’t seduced him yet,” Gojou says blandly, tossing the dildo from one hand to the other. Megumi follows its trajectory with growing horror. “Are you even trying? It’s Yuuji. It wouldn’t exactly be hard.”

    “Shut up,” Megumi says dazedly, dragging his eyes away from the dizzying movements of the toy. Gojou’s smirking face isn’t any better. “Get the hell out of my room, Gojou-sensei.”

    There's a low, considering hum. “No.”

    Satoru plays favorites with his students in the worst way possible. Megumi suffers, while Yuuji’s oblivious—and horny.

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    “You in there, Kurosaki?” he murmurs, getting no reaction beyond another flare of that oversized nose. “Guess not. Fat load of nothing in that big, dumb head, huh. Want me to come in there? Show you how to have some real fun.”

    Maybe he’s projecting, but he thinks he sees a flash of interest in those alien features. Kurosaki’s snout is almost touching the barrier now. His fur is singed in places from when he threw his whole body against the earlier barriers.

    Grimmjow raises a hand, palm flat and hovering a mere centimeter from the kidō—just that prickling barrier and an inch of air from his hand and Kurosaki’s face.

    Kurosaki’s massive torso heaves with a great, shuddering breath; Grimmjow’s palm tingles with phantom heat.

    He turns on his heel, pinning Kisuke with a glare. “Let me in there.”

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    They get married on a breezy day in April.

    From the moment Steve set eyes on Bucky at a London pub, it’s been inevitable.

    But standing here, seconds away from tying his life to Bucky’s, Steve is acutely aware of the parts of his soul he has cordoned off from Bucky—the blood and the death and the damned lies.

    He can’t regret it. It’s selfish and maybe cruel, and neither are things Steve ever wanted to be, but it’s Bucky and Steve can’t let him go.

    No, he doesn’t regret it, but the guilt—the guilt chokes him, and it takes everything he has to keep it from his voice when he promises Bucky forever.

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